Lord of effect and cause, Palid and proud stalks he, Till the voice in the cloud cries, 'Pause!' And he pauses bitterly On the verge of the mystery." O, loud and clear, that all may hear, Of dawn grows brighter, cries the lark; By their own soul's quality. Tall and stately, fair and sweet, She scents the air with nameless grace, Up, up! for it is light, And the city's spires gleam bright; The world, the word, is awake again, Each wanders on his way, The wonderful waters break again But higher, higher, higher, O lark! Olark! hadst thou the might With musing cheek upon his hand. And all is still and all is sweet Around the silence of his seat, Up! for thy wings are strong; Sing a song of wrong- Of the strong man's agony, The passion, the hopes, the fears, The heaped-up pain of the years, The terrible mystery. O lark! we might rejoice, Couldst reach that distant land, For we cannot hear His voice, And we often miss His hand; And the heart of each is ice. To the kiss of sister and brother; And we see that one man's vice Is the virtue of another; Yea, each that hears thee sing Translates thy song to speech, And lo! the rendering Is so different with each. The gentle are oppressed, The foul man fareth best, Wherever we seek, our gain Is bitter, and salt with pain. In one soft note and long Gather our sense of wrong Rise up, O lark! from the clod, Up, up, with soundless wings, Rise up to God! rise up, rise up, to God! Tell Him these things! ROBERT BUCHANAN. THE MEN WHO ADVERTISE. Containing an account of successful advertisers, together with hints on the method of advertising. AMERICAN NEWSPAPER RATE-BOOK. Containing the Advertising rates of leading American Newspapers arranged with an index for the convenience of advertisers. AMERICAN NEWSPAPER DIRECTORY FOR 1870. 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Many a glimmering light is aloft, but noblest to vision Now, as noblest in rank of our Sun's great children, see, Over dim waters and woods and hills, in the clear dark night-sky, Jupiter hangs like a royal diamond, throbbing with flame. Still in our starry heav'n the Pagan Gods have their station; Only, in sooth, as words: and what were they ever but words? Lo, mankind hath fashion'd its thoughts, its hopes, and its dreamings, Fashion'd and named them thus and thus, by the voice of its bards, Fashion'd them better or worse, from a shal-Tremendous furnace of fire one lamp of the lower insight or deeper, Names to abide for a season, in many mouths or in few; Each and all in turn to give place, be it sooner or later. What is ten thousand years on the mighty Dial of Heav'n? Nothing endures. O Star! thou hast look'd upon wonderful changes Here on this Planet of Men; changes unguess'd are to come. The New Time forgetteth the Old, - remembereth somewhat, a little, A scheme, a fancy, a form, a word of the poet, a name. Still, when a grander thought, loftier, deeper and truer, Springs in the soul and flows into life, it cannot be lost. That which is gain'd for man is gain'd, we trust so, for ever. That which is gain'd is gain'd. We ascend, however it be. ancient abyss Of an Infinite Universe lighted with millions of burning suns, Boundlessly fill'd with electrical palpitant worldforming ether, Endlessly everywhere moving, concentrating, welling-forth pow'r, Life into countless shapes drawn upward, mystical spirit Born, that man-even wewith God Most High. Fraser's Magazine. SONNET. may commune W. A. BY THE AUTHOR OF "LADY GRACE." POOR drifted flower, which this unthinking sea Blaze, pure Jewel! Shine, O Witness, pulsing | Haunt thee? and when the salt spray shudders to mortals thee, Hast thou a thought of dew? and when the light Slopes through thee to the cold unanswering sand, Do thrills and mockeries of growth expand Thy useless veins? Day moulders into Night As thou to nothing; but great Morn shall stand And quicken all the unforgetful land With glory, and the ready sky with bliss, Thou only unconcerned beneath a kiss Which wakes the world; thou, like a homeless heart, Movest no more, but diest where thou art! Good Words. From Macmillan's Magazine. THE ORIGIN OF THE ENGLISH NATION. THREE LECTURES — BY EDWARD A. FREEMAN. LECTURE II. I HAVE thus, in my former lecture, shown who we, the English people, are and whence we came. I have spoken of our old land and of our kinsfolk who still dwell in our old land. As we are not Romans or Britons, so neither are we Germans in the sense which that word commonly conveys to English ears. That is, we are not of High-Dutch blood and speech, but of Low. But we are members of the great Teutonic family; we speak a form of the great Teutonic language, a form essentially the same as that which we find in the earliest monument of Teutonic speech. We are the brethren of the men who covered the Ocean and the Baltic with the fleets of the Hanseatic League; we are the brethren of the men who won the free soil of Holland and Zealand, first from the sea and then from the Spaniard. We are the kinsfolk one degree less near of the men who spread the name of Dane and Northman from the shores of Greenland to the shores of Africa -the men whose axes guarded the New Rome alike against Eastern and Western invaders the men who fought at Stikkelstad and who fought at Lützen- the men whose lands, fallen indeed from their ancient power, still flourish under a freedom of native growth, and who, like ourselves, can reform without destroying. Such is our origin, such is our pedigree; an origin and a pedigree which we will not exchange for any share in the fabled antiquity of the Briton, for any share in the conquests or the bondage of Imperial Rome. But, as I said before, if we are LowDutchmen, we are Low-Dutchmen with a difference. We are Low-Dutchmen severed from the old stock, planted in a new land, and that land the island which the men of the mainland so long loved to speak of as another world. In a word, we are Englishmen, but we are Englishmen dwelling in Britain. My business now is to show the real nature of that great settlement the settlement which was of so vast a moment alike to the conquering men and to the conquered land the settlement which, while it changed Britain into Eng land, impressed also on Englishmen all those peculiar characters which mark us as the dwellers in an island realm. It At the time when our forefathers crossed the German Ocean, the whole of Europe was heaving to and fro in the agonies of the greatest convulsion of European history. It was the time when the old world was beginning to pass into the new, when, in every corner of Europe, new elements were being poured into the old mass. was the time when the Teuton and the Slave were finding themselves lasting homes within the borders of the Roman Empire - the time when Teuton, Slave, and Roman alike had all to struggle for the freedom and the being of Europe against the wasting inroads of Attila and his Turanian hordes. It was, in a word, the time of the Wandering of the Nations. It was the time when our fathers and kinsmen of every branch of the Teutonic race were marching from land to land, winning lands and homes for themselves at the hands of the Roman Cæsars, lands and homes sometimes wrung from them at the point of the sword, sometimes received as the reward of services rendered by Teutonic warriors to the Imperial armies. Everywhere, in short, in Western Europe, the Teuton was settling himself on Roman soil. Of this general migartion, this general settlement, the English Conquest of Britain is in a certain sense a part. But the English Conquest of Britain is distinguished by some most marked characteristics from every other Teutonic occupation of Roman soil. Without contrasting our settlement in Britain with the Teutonic settlements on the Continent, the real nature of our settlement and of our whole position and history in this island can never be understood. It is mainly from not contrasting the two that so many utterly mistaken theories as to our early history have got abroad. I must therefore attempt to draw a rough picture of the state of things in other parts of Europe in that age before I come to describe another state of things in what the events of that age made our own island. At the end of the fourth century, then. the Roman Empire still kept, in name at least, its old position as the mistress of all the nations surrounding the Mediterranean Sea. Egypt was a Roman province at one -- adventurer, the popular commander of some distant province, seized on as large a portion of the Empire as he could grasp, and constrained the earlier and more lawful holders of power to acknowledge him as an Imperial colleague. end; Britain was a Roman province at the To all outward sight the world was still other. The Roman power in Britain had Roman, ruled by princes who were still Robeen confirmed and extended by the victo-man Cæsars, Roman Augusti, who still asries of Theodosius, and the dominion of sumed the titles of the old Roman ComCæsar reached from the Ocean to the Eu- monwealth, and bore the names of Consul phrates, from the wall of Antoninus to the and Tribune and Father of their Country. cataracts of Syênê. Within that range all But the local Rome had long ceased to be subjects of the Empire were Romans, en- the centre of the Roman world; and though titled to all the rights and honours, if any the Empire was still in theory one, yet the rights and honours were left, of the Roman wielders of Imperial power were many. name. Latin was everywhere the official Sometimes the Eastern and Western provlanguage; in the lands west of the Hadri-inces were peacefully divided between real atic it was, save here and there in some or adopted brothers; sometimes a daring out-of-the-way corners, the language of common life. But from the Hadriatic to Mount Taurus, Greek was the mother tongue the mother tongue both of the lands originally Greek and of the lands which bad been more or less thoroughly hellenized, whether by Greek colonization or by Macedonian conquest. Thus far, from the Ocean to Mount Taurus, we may truly say that the whole land had become politically Roman; that it had become intellectually Roman in the western, and Greek in the eastern half. It was only in the lands of the further East, in Syria and in Egypt, that a real nationality survived, and that the dominion, political and intellectual, of Greece and Rome was little more than a varnish on the surface. But with these lands we have now nothing to do; it was not by the Teuton or the Slave, but by the Saracen of a later day that they were finally torn away from the dominion of Cæsar. As yet the whole Mediterranean world was to all appearance Roman, but it was fast becoming Christian. The struggle between the old and the new faith was still going on; but Christianity was already the dominant, and it was plain that it would soon be the exclusive, religion. It was the living, the growing, the advancing faith; paganism remained the creed only of a few specula-tachment to the Empire as the representative philosophers at one end of society and tive of law and civilization, the bulwark of a few untaught peasants at the other. against barbarian invasion. But there was But it might seem as if the old civilization no trace of the burning patriotism which of the Roman world had received the seeds kindled the hearts of the Romans of old of Christianity into its bosom only to plant when Brennus and Pyrrhus and Hannibal them again in a new stock; it might seem threatened Rome herself. There was, in that the mission of Christian Rome was short, as there always will be where no true simply to hand on the torch to a race national feeling exists, much of passive but of Christian proselytes whose civilization little of active loyalty. No province should be Christian from the beginning. thought of setting up for itself, of forswear One Cæsar might reign at Milan, another at Constantinople, a third at Paris, a fourth at Antioch. And of all provinces of the Empire none was more fertile than Britain in adventurers of this kind; the Imperial ensigns were often seen in York and London no less than in Milan and Ravenna. And in all this Roman world there was no true nationality anywhere. The Roman Empire was, through all the ages of its being, among all its changes and all its dwelling-places, not a nation, but only a power. It had no real nationality of its own, and it had wiped out well-nigh all signs of earlier nationality in its provinces. The inhabitant of Gaul or Spain called himself a Roman, and gloried in the name. But he had not the old Roman patriotism of the men who first made Gaul and Spain Roman. Neither had he the old Gaulish or Spanish patriotism of the men who strove in vain to hinder Gaul and Spain from becoming Roman. Through the whole length and breadth of the Empire there was a deep feeling of at |